Chapter 8

Speaking of girlfriends, I must admit than once I was back to celibacy, I couldn't remember a time when women of various ages (even teens, but I have my principles) weren't trying to hit on me. I've been all my life of a very timid and pretty blind to any women mating signals, my scoreboard was nothing brag about. Hear me, I did have the nicest girlfriends in the world, even Tania who was maybe the one I regret the least (sorry doll), but I was not a must have boy.

During these past three years, I was feeling like a rock star. It seemed to me that it was probably coming from the acceptance of my fetish and the way to express it. I must've somehow gained self confidence. And like would say a lady's man friend of mine : “Self confidence is the key, you asshole !” Of course the last part was not so much useful to the point, but I always heard it that way.

As I learned later, it had nothing to do with an improvement of myself, at least not depending on my subconscious. But as long as it worked and since everyday I was feeling like in a dream come true, why complain ? And believe me, it worked !

All sorts of huge fat beautiful women were literally knocking at my door to go out with me. They even sometimes brought friends. I was bathing in female fat every night of the week and every week of the year. I could be as picky as I wanted, they were still coming. I even had thematic weeks : the biggest breasts, the biggest asses, the biggest bellies... you name it. I even had sex with one of the Ton Girls.

It asked a bit of material and a lot of ingenuity, but the mere thought of being able to please a girl who had nearly all her body resting on the floor even when standing had been a complete turn on. We didn't leave her apartment (she was too fat to fit in my elevator) for at least a week. It was the strangest sex I ever had, trying to crawl in her, but it was worth it.

I know I must sound like a pig right know, but with all the uncertainties of this disease, it could have disappeared like it came and my luck could have too. Furthermore, since the real risks of it were not totally clear, why engage in something serious if it was to die the very next day ? Because after all, no researcher made studies about the effect of the epidemic on men. Were we really so “spared” by it ? And somehow, my relationships were lacking of something, I couldn't really put my finger on it. Something was resounding fake about all these women in my bed.

That was until I met Her.